I love the way she loves me,
with a naughty smile,
without a card for my b'day
But straight from heart
But really i cant love her coz
She seems more loving, gracious for somebody else
Life's always like this
Cant love the thing which we love
just as our life
in a wood thick with fallen leaves when we walked the area echoed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stark reality of life expressed well in jsut a few lines.